Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 14 Junk Treasure
  The interior of the company looks much more spacious than the outside, and certificates and medals for various awards are hung on the walls of the lobby.

It seems quite formal, except that there is a black man with a scar face in various group photos.

"This is your boss Faith, right?" Tang De asked while looking at it.

"Yes, that's right." Raymond said hello to the black friend passing by, and then said: "But dad doesn't care much about the company's affairs now. He just found a new girlfriend recently and he wants to praise her. red."

"Well, so Badman is also from the company, right?"

"Of course, Badman used to be Dad's best assistant, and now he is in charge of all things in the company." Raymond took Tang De to the office with Badman's nameplate, and after dismissing the others, he Picked up a CD from the drawer and inserted it into the DVD.

Suddenly, Raymond's hip-hop music played from the speakers, filling Tang De's ears.

Tang De twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling as if he was being mercilessly attacked by a hundred ducks mixed with electronic music.

But Raymond didn't seem to find it unpleasant. Instead, he was immersed in the music. He stood up and swayed his body to sing along.

Sure enough, the creators are blind and have no idea what kind of junk they are making. They still fully believe that the market will buy it. They will not recognize their own strength until the results are far lower than expected.

"Raymond! Raymond!" After listening for a while, Tang De couldn't bear the intrusion of the noise, so he woke up Raymond who was swaying and using the office as a dance floor.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"If you keep listening to it like this for too long, my mother will still be waiting for me to come home for dinner." Tang De couldn't say that the song was bad, so he could only use his mother as a shield.

However, Raymond sympathized with Tang De: "I understand, brother, the most unbreakable thing in this world is the agreement with your mother, then let's change to the next song."

Tang De breathed a sigh of relief and felt that black people were more reasonable in this regard. After all, they had grown up in single-parent families, and their mother was the most important person to them besides their brothers.

And the fighting power of those black aunts should not be underestimated. Don’t look at the black people from the major gangs shouting outside, looking like they are no fools.

But once I return home, it is common for my mother to hold my ears and teach me with a rolling pin.

The second song started playing soon, but this one made Tang De's eyes light up.

Not because it sounds great, but just because compared to the first song, this song seems more normal and ordinary.

Raymond doesn't use too much force in this song. His rough voice is accompanied by a slightly gentle rhythm, which seems very affectionate. Coupled with some blurry electronic music, it is quite listenable.

Although there are still no highlights, at least Tang De's ears will not suffer.

Of course, the lyrics are still the same as those of hip-hop singers: My pony is pretty, my cigarette is hot. My sports car is expensive and I sleep in a big house every night. Then I will stand out, take my brothers with me, thank God, and shoot everyone I dislike.

It can only be said that everything remains the same, but it is a bit too difficult for these black brothers with low cultural level to write lyrics.

After listening to the second song completely, the two of them quickly listened to the rest of the album songs. As a result, Tang De found that only the song just now was the best, and it could be called a treasure in the garbage heap.

"How's it going! Man! Isn't it cool! Very cool! Very manly!" Raymond was still quite energetic after singing along. He shook his body and asked Tang De what he thought.

"I think it's great, but I personally like the second one better."

"Second one? 8 hours later? Well, I thought you would like Beast Star."

It was the first ear-splitting song he was talking about.

Tang De reached out and patted his arm: "It's all good, brother, but you also know that everyone's listening habits are different."

"Too."

"By the way, have you filmed the MV?"

"No, but Badman is already looking for a director!" Raymond's face was filled with excitement again: "Twelve songs, I want to shoot twelve MVs, wow, this time I want to find a lot of beautiful girls , rent a few luxury cars and show off your dancing skills." Tang De scratched his head, thinking why this guy is so persistent in finding girls, and so many people are filming MVs like this, the audience has been tired of watching it for so many years .

But as an outsider, he couldn't say anything. Tang De could only wish in his heart that his idea would come true.

After leaving Faith Music Company, Tang De returned home smoothly and rested at home for half a day.

Early the next morning, I went to the underground magazine where I worked. I planned to take a series of photos for the new issue, but the female model suddenly regretted it and wanted to break the contract.

Tang De chatted with the editor-in-chief of the magazine and found out that this was the first time for this female model to shoot such a large-scale content. She said that she was a devout Catholic and that she was deceived this time.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. The editor-in-chief felt that this girl's figure would definitely boost sales, so he refused to let her go no matter what.

In the end, Tang De took action and found the female model a half-face mask commonly used in masquerade parties, which dispelled her psychological doubts.

Because of this incident, her impression of Tang De suddenly became very good, and she even took the initiative to flirt with him and wanted to invite him to dinner.

As a result, during the filming, he was reprimanded mercilessly by Tang De.

The tyrant's appearance made the female model feel fear in her heart, and she even thought that Tang De was possessed by Satan.

And after the shoot, Tang De's words, "You are the worst model I have ever photographed." immediately broke her guard. She even forgot to return the mask, and fled the studio in a panic after taking the reward.

Looking at her back, Tang De sighed while wiping the lens: "So fragile."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, he came to Face Music Company again on his bicycle.

Because I met Sluo yesterday, I entered through the iron gate easily.

Raymond is not here today, nor are his group of boys. Only the sound engineer is in his recording studio.

Tang De came to a stop and could still hear the fierce collision inside.

"Tsk." He shook his head and quickly walked across the corner to the door of Badman's office.

But suddenly I heard a very fierce voice coming from inside. It was not that kind of voice, but Badman's own voice.

"Listen! I'm just trying to make amends now!"

"The sons of bitches in Los Angeles mocked us as gorilla rap, the ones in Philadelphia said this album should be sold in zoos, and the ones in Chicago said we were smearing black rap! Damn it, we are already black, why do we still need to smear it! "

"The radio stations here in New York only care about our money! No face, nothing! They even charge a higher price than others! They even said that if this song is played on their radio station, it will definitely be Become the culprit behind New York’s car crash spike!”

"I've told you before! Don't act this way! But you don't listen, and neither does Raymond!"

"So we have to control costs! Face!"

"Ten songs? Not even one!"

"FXXK, three songs! Just three songs!"

"Who wants to bargain with you!"

Tang De stood at the door until the sounds inside stopped and he heard the sound of a chair falling backwards under his weight before knocking on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"come in!"

(End of this chapter)